Chapter 72

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When he said this, Sun Buhui and Lei Feng's faces turned red, and the originally respectful look in their eyes suddenly turned to disdain.

"Little brother, what exactly is my illness?"

"Using a term from modern medicine, it's uremia. However, you haven't developed uremia yet. If you wait another six months, your condition will be much harder to treat."

This made the middle-aged man's face change drastically. "Little brother, my child is still young. I'm not afraid to spend money; I'll go back and sell my house and car."

Zhao Xinyu patted his shoulder. "There's no need to sell your house and car. It will cost you at most a few hundred yuan, but you can't continue eating barbecue. If this happens again, even the gods can't save you."

"Ah," the middle-aged man stood there in shock, unable to fathom how this young doctor, whom he was meeting for the first time, knew that his favorite food was barbecue.

Not just them, but even the surrounding people like Sun Buhui were full of doubt. They could tell from the middle-aged man's expression that Zhao Xinyu's words were correct.

Zhao Xinyu quickly wrote out a prescription and was about to submit it when the old man said, "Come, bring his prescription over, let me see it."

After a moment, the old man nodded repeatedly, muttering, "Marvelous, truly marvelous. There are still such ingenious prescriptions in this world."

After saying this, the old man looked at Zhao Xinyu, "Young man, who is your master?"

Knowing the old man's identity, Zhao Xinyu dared not be frivolous. His expression immediately became respectful. "Old Master Hua, I have no master. All the traditional Chinese medicine I know was taught to me by my grandfather."

The old man was slightly taken aback, a hint of a strange smile appearing in his eyes. "Just now, you called me 'little brother.' Why did you change the way you address me now?"

The surrounding people suddenly blushed, remembering that Zhao Xinyu had similarly called Niu Da 'little brother.' Niu Da didn't mind, but this guy was really unreserved, even calling the venerable figure in the world of traditional Chinese medicine, Old Master Hua Bi, 'little brother.' If this got out, it would be uncertain whether he could still practice in the world of traditional Chinese medicine.

What was even more shocking was that Old Master Hua Bi didn't seem angry at all and even used this to tease Zhao Xinyu.

Zhao Xinyu's face turned red, and he looked at Hua Bi awkwardly, not knowing how to explain.

Hua Bi, of course, could see through Zhao Xinyu's thoughts. He raised his hand and lightly patted Zhao Xinyu's shoulder. "You are truly impressive. If there were more talents like you in the world of traditional Chinese medicine, it would not be difficult to restore its glory."

"Come, bring the other candidates' prescriptions to me."

Hua Bi was a significant figure, and with his words, all the other candidates' prescriptions were handed over. Hua Bi gave Zhao Xinyu's prescription to Niu Da. "Take a look. Don't get carried away just because you have the title of 'famous doctor.' Traditional Chinese medicine is not as simple as you think. If any of you can diagnose a patient without taking their pulse like my old friend, then you can have anything you want."

Hua Bi's words left everyone speechless, and Zhao Xinyu's face was full of awkwardness. This old man seemed to have taken a liking to him, and if this got out, he would bear a lot of criticism.

Zhao Xinyu was feeling depressed, and Niu Da and the others, including the leaders of the Sun, Song, Huangfu, and Lei families, gathered to look at the prescription he had written.

After seeing Zhao Xinyu's prescription, they all praised it highly. The herbs used were very common, and as Zhao Xinyu had said, the cost for half a month would be only a few hundred yuan. The combination of herbs was sufficient to treat the patient's condition. They praised it highly mainly because they couldn't find any flaws in the combination of herbs.

While Niu Da and the others were studying Zhao Xinyu's prescription, Hua Bi had already reviewed all the prescriptions written by the candidates. In the end, he was left with six prescriptions.

He handed the six prescriptions to Niu Da. "These six, including Zhao Xinyu, have passed the examination. The rest will have to wait until next time." When he said this, a hint of disappointment appeared in Hua Bi's voice.

There were not many candidates to begin with, but only a few managed to pass, which left Hua Bi very unsatisfied.

Hua Bi secretly instructed Niu Da to make sure Zhao Xinyu came to see him after getting his qualification certificate, but Zhao Xinyu disappeared without a trace as soon as he received the certificate.

Of course, in the end, Niu Da was severely reprimanded, leaving him even more depressed. He had been closely watching Zhao Xinyu, but the moment he turned around, the guy was gone.

After returning to the hotel, Zhao Xinyu took a refreshing shower, handed all his clothes to the hotel for washing, ordered a few dishes, and ate a quick meal. Then he covered himself with the blanket and fell asleep.

The next morning, Zhao Xinyu found his phone was dead and didn't bother to charge it. He left Guangzhou directly.

At the Guangzhou Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, Hua Bi sighed repeatedly. Zhao Xinyu had appeared suddenly and then disappeared mysteriously. When he tried to call Zhao Xinyu, the phone was off, leaving Hua Bi frustrated as he had wanted to have a good chat with him.

Not just Hua Bi, but the Sun, Song, Huangfu, and Lei families also wanted to find Zhao Xinyu. However, they asked everyone at the association and the candidates, and no one knew who Zhao Xinyu was or where he came from.

"Master Hu, we just received news that Zhao Xinyu has returned to Guangzhou."

Hu Zhenyu's face darkened as he was drinking tea. "Bastard, he took my benefits but didn't do anything for me. He's taking advantage of me."

He picked up the phone and dialed a number. A few minutes later, he hung up, his brows furrowed, and his eyes flickering with thoughts.

"Master Hu, what's going on?" Zhang Mingkui asked softly.

"They said they sent seven skilled men to follow Zhao Xinyu, but those seven men disappeared that night. They searched along the way and found that the seven men went to a village marked for demolition. Zhao Xinyu was going to Guangzhou for the first time and wouldn't have gone there."

"Didn't they check the surveillance cameras?"

"They did. The surveillance showed Zhao Xinyu going to the antique street, but they didn't see him come out. They don't know where he went around. When he returned, it was already late. He stayed in the hotel and didn't go out until the traditional Chinese medicine examination. Apart from the antique street, he didn't go anywhere else."

"That's strange. We had over thirty people, and now seven more have disappeared. Why does everything involving Zhao Xinyu seem so mysterious? Could he really have some organization behind him?"

Hu Zhenyu's eyes narrowed, and his face twisted. "It must be that old bastard Du Gang playing tricks in the background. Fine, since you want to protect this kid, I won't let you have your way. If I can't get him, neither will anyone else."

Back in the courtyard, Zhao Xinyu locked himself in his room, drew the curtains, and entered the space. He wanted to know if the nine-flower medicine box he bought from the black market contained anything he was hoping for.

He carefully picked up the box but didn't open it. His eyes fell on the nine faded plum blossoms.

After a few minutes, he finally made a discovery. He saw a tiny hole, no bigger than a pinprick, in the center of the stamen of the middle plum blossom.

He took an acupuncture needle and inserted it into the hole. A faint sound was heard, and with a hint of excitement, he opened the box. He saw a small niche pop out from one side of the box, containing a piece of gold foil and a leather pouch that seemed to be made of animal skin.

He carefully took out the leather pouch and the gold foil, glanced at the gold foil, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Could it be? The Hongmeng Five-Element Gold Needle.

His cultivation technique was the Hongmeng Scripture, and the technique on the gold foil was an acupuncture method called the Hongmeng Five-Element Needle. He had heard of the divine-level acupuncture techniques like Burn the Mountain and Cool the Heart, but this was the first time he had heard of the Hongmeng Five-Element Needle.

He opened the leather pouch and saw a set of gold needles used in traditional Chinese medicine. Acupuncture was a necessary skill for a qualified traditional Chinese doctor.

Gold needles were much more effective than silver needles, but because gold is soft, most traditional Chinese doctors couldn't use gold needles for acupuncture. Only a few highly skilled old doctors could use gold needles.

When Zhao Xinyu was learning acupuncture, his grandfather Zhao Lu gave him not needles but pig bristles, which were even softer than gold.

At that time, it was already difficult to pierce the skin, let alone perform acupuncture. It took Zhao Xinyu three years to be able to insert pig bristles into the skin at will.

Only now, seeing the gold needles, did he understand his grandfather's intentions. His grandfather didn't want to prevent him from using needles but didn't have gold needles. To prepare him for using gold needles in the future, his grandfather chose pig bristles as the practice tool.

As Zhao Xinyu reflected, his eyes narrowed. He noticed something special about the set of gold needles. The tails of five clusters of gold needles seemed to have something attached.

He casually pulled out a gold needle and saw a tiny red gem almost invisible to the naked eye at the tail. When he got closer, he could feel a faint heat emanating from the red gem at the tail.

Fire-attribute gold needle, Zhao Xinyu could tell at a glance. He had heard of fire-attribute gems, but combining them perfectly with hair-thin gold needles was not something an ordinary craftsman could do. A craftsman who could achieve this was no less than a master craftsman.

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